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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.