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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.