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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.