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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Darondo,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.