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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.