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 Brazil and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.