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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.