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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Television,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.