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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-101,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.