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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.