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 Malta 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Japan,
10cc,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.