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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.