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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Mandrill,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.