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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Suicide,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.