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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.