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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
10cc,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.