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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 Houston and Lyon.
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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Slave 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.