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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.