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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.