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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.