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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.