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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.