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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.