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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.