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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.