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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Technova,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.