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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.