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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.