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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.