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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.