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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.