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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.