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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.