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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
The Index,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.