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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.