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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.