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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.