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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.