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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.