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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.