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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.