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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.