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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.