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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.