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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Martian,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.