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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Faust,
X-101,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.