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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Organ,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Pole,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.