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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.