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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.