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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.