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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.