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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.