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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.