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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
June Days,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.