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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.