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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.