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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.