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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.