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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.