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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.