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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Can,
UT,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.