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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.