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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.