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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
UT,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.