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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.