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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.