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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Move,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.