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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.