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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.