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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.