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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.