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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.