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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.