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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Index,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.