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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.