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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Nas,
Cameo,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.