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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.