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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.