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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.