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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.