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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.