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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.