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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.