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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.