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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Echospace,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.