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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.