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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Index,
Main Source,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.