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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.