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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.