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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.