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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.