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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.