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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.