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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.