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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.