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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.