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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.