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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.