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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.