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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.