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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.