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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.