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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.