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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.