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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.