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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.