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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.