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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.