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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.