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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.