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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.