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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Jandek,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.