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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.