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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.