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 St Lucia 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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Pole,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.