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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.