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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.