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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.