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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.