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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Unwound,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.