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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.