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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.