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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.