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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.