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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.