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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 808 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.