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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.