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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.