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 Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.