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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
X-101,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.