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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.