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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.