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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
X-101,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.