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 Latvia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.