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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Can,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.