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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.