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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.