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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.