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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.