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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.