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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.