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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.