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 London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.