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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.