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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.