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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.