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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.