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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.