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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.