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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.