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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.