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 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.