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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.