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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.