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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.