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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.