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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.