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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.