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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.