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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.