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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Names,
Lalann,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.