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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.