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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.