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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.