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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.