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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.