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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Slave,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.