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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.