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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.