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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.