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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.