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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.