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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
CMW,
Kas Product,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.