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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.