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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.