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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Swans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.