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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scion,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.