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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.