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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
World's Most,
ABC,
10cc,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.