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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.