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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.