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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.