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 Uruguay and from London.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.