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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.