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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.