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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.