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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.