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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.