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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.