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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.