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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.