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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Mars,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.