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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.