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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.