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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.