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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.