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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.