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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Skaos,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.