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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.