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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.