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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.