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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.