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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.