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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.