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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.