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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.