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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
PIL,
X-101,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Unwound,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.