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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.