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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.