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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.