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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.