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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.