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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Franke,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.