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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.