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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.