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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.