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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Names,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.