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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.