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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.