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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.