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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Fear,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.