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 Tonga and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.