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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.