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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.