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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.