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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Smog,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.