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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.