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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.