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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.