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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.