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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.