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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.