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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.