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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Monolake,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Scion,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
MDC,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.