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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Seeds 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.