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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.