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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
PIL,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.