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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.