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 Serbia and from New York.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.