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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.