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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.