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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.