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 China and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Move,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.