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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Monks,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.