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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.