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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.