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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.