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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.