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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.