Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.