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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.