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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.