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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.