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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Symarip,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.