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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.