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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
UT,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.