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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.