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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.