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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.