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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.