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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.