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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.