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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.