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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.