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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.