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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.