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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Can,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.