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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Fear,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.