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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Brick,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Move,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.