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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
CMW,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.