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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.