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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.