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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Television,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.