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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.