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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.