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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Television,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.