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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.