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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.