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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.