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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Can,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.