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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.