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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.