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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Faust,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.