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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.