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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.