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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.