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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
ABC,
Scientists,
AZ,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.