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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.