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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Organ,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.