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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Index,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.