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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Lalann,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.