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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.