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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.