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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Magma to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.