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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.