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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.