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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.