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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Ossler,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.