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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.