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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.