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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.