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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.