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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Can,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.