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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.