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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scion to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Whodini,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.