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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.