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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.