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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.