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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.