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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.