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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.