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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.