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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.