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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.