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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 the Human League to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.