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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.