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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.