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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
CMW,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.