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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.