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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Pole,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.