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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.