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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.