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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.