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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.