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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.