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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.