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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Flipper,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.