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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.