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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.