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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.