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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.