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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.