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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.