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 France and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.