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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.