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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.