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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.