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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.