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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.