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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fugazi 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.