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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.