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 Israel and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
JFA,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.