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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Organ,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.