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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Gories,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.