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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.