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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
MC5,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.