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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Japan to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.