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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Brick,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.