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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.