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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.