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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.