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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.