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 Philippines 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 Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.