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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.