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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.