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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.