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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.