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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 PIL to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.