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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.