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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.