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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.