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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.