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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.