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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.