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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.