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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.