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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.