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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.