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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.