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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.