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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.