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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.