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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.