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 Poland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.