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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.