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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.