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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.