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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.