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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.