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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.