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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.