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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.