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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.