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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Can,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.