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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.