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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.