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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.