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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Index,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Japan,
ABC,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.