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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.