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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.