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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.