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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.