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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.