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 Chad 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.