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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.