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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.