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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.