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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.