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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.