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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.