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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.