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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 snare 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Index,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.