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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.