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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.