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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.