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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Crime,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.