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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.