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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.