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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.