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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.