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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.