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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.