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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.