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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Little Man,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.