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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Japan,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.