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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.