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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.