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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.