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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
The Monks,
10cc,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.