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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.