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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 Mumbai and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.