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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.