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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.