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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.