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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.