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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.