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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.