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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.