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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.