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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.