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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Wire,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.