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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Television,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.