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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.