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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Slave,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.