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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.