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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.