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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.