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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.