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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
UT,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.