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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.