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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.