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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.