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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.