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 United States 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.