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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.