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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.