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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.