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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.