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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.