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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Monks,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.