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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.