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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.