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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.