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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.