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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.