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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.