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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Index,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.