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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.