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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.