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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.