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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.