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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.