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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.