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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.