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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.