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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.