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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.