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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.