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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.