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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.