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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.