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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.