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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.