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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.