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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.