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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.