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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.