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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.