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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The Index,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Evens,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Gong,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.