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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
10cc,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.