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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.