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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.