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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.