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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.