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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Television,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.