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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.