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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.