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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.