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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.