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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.