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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
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.