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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.