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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.