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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.