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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.