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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.