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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.