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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.