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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.