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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.