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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.