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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.