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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.