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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.