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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Q65,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.