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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.