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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.