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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.