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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.