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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.