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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.