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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.